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frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
para trás, gire para trás
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
doce e forte
a escuridão rola para cima
pela costa, pelo mar
uma milha atrás
veja que eu me dou a você
ao lado de um campo stricken
as canções antigas
as montanhas são povos silenciosos

 



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